Dragon’s Weir Page 3

  And the female smelled…. She smelled a lot like smoke and flowers and—and trust.

  “We welcome you,” Zaz intoned, but did not repeat the gesture. Instead, he nodded gracefully, blowing a puff of air in her direction before inhaling it deeply.

  “Um…”

  “We rely on scents,” he added with a broad and toothy smile.

  Zol noted her puzzled look and decided to explain the gentle gust of air. “Males scent. But it is disrespectful to touch another’s bonded mate in any form. So we breathe them in as a sign of welcome, imprinting their scents in our brains. If you had intended harm, that, too, would have been noted by your scent. Unlike voices, scents don’t lie.”

  “And your scent is vaguely familiar.” Zaz closed his eyes and crossed his paws before him then appeared to lose himself in contemplation. But his words excited Star like never before. The implications were obvious.

  “My parents?” she all but gushed, sitting up uncaring of her nudity as she stared at the large dragon. “Can you scent my parents?”

  “You would be seeking your birth Quad,” Kerie nodded, her expression bleak. “I cannot imagine not being around my blood-Quad, having them surrounding me with love and support. What a strong female you must be, Star. Our females never leave our aeries. It makes us too vulnerable to attack, as we do not have a secondary form.”

  “I…I don’t think of myself as strong,” Star stammered. “I just… I just lived the life the Ghods allowed me to have. But,” she added, smiling wistfully at Zaz, “but I would at least like to know of my parents…my birth-Quad. I would like to know what happened to them, and why I was…abandoned.”

  “You can be sure that any abandonment was not of their choosing,” Zaz assured her, huffing in her direction. “And I cannot fathom a reason, save for the most dire, to drive a Quad into the realm of our past enemies.” He looked Star directly in the eyes as he continued to speak. “Your Quad is dead, Star. Death is the only thing that would keep them away from you.”

  Star stared for a moment, then her head lowered before she inhaled deeply. She looked up at the great Zaz and offered him a tremulous smile. “I think…I think I have always known.” She spoke softly as she settled back into the water, the little spark of hope that had begun to develop in her eyes snuffing out. “But…but I think that is good to have my suspicions confirmed. It makes me feel, worthy, maybe?” she added. “Worthy of not being abandoned, that maybe I was worth fighting for, worth loving.”

  “Ghods, do you have self esteem issues,” Zol rolled his eyes, before splashing Start with a palm full of water.

  Stars eyes widened in disbelief, and then sneezed at her bond mate. She didn’t know how he did it, how he knew, but he had just said the perfect thing to keep her from dissolving into tears and really embarrassing herself.

  “But, young Star,” Zaz mused, lumbering to his feet. “I will contemplate on what I know of the scents that I have stored in my mind. Maybe, just maybe, I can lead you to some answers about your Quad. It will just take some…time.”

  “I think you, Zaz,” Star offered him a full smile, her happiness at his offer obvious. “And you, too, Keria,” she added.

  “Well,” the female bond mate began, “our Quads are close enough to be family. And any hint of family is enough for us.”

  With those words, the pair left, heading towards the washing areas and Star again settled beside Zol.

  “They have accepted you,” Zol nodded. “This is a good thing.”

  “Why?” she asked, settling down to absorb all the information offered to her so far.

  “It is good because it is always good to have the ear of the Prince.”

  “P—Prince?”

  “Yes,” Zol rose to his feet, unmindful of his nakedness. “The Prince. And he will do as he says. He will find out about your scent and will let us know when he has unearthed something.”

  “Prince?” She felt faint.

  “Well, it’s time to go,” he stepped out of the water and shook himself, flinging droplets of water all around.

  “Zol!” she moaned, wiping the streaming water beads from her face, glaring at her mate. “What does Father see in you?”

  “You saw me wash it earlier,” Zol drawled, “Both sides. And I hoped you returned the favor?” he held out an imperious hand for her.

  Rolling her eyes at his antics, she reached for his hand and allowed him to pull her from the water with much more dignity than he exercised.

  She swiped the water away with her hands before turning to the exit and jerking to a halt. There was a most curious entourage entering, and they were drawing a lot of discrete attention.

  “Who is that?” Star whispered, gesturing to a huge male with skin the color of the darkest sands and hair as black as the night sky. His body was heavily muscled and he was physically the size of Father, maybe even a bit larger, but two anxious males and a skittish female were supporting him.

  “Oh,” Zol sighed, shaking his head sadly. “That is a tragedy.”

  “Tragedy? What happened to him?” She tried not to stare, but the spectacle was so enthralling that she found it hard to look away. Was he injured in some battle, for the scars that covered his back and chest proved that he was of the warrior caste?

  “He pumped when he should have pulled. And that’s something that we’re all taught at a young age. But mating mistakes happen, especially when you are dealing with a female.”

  “Female…what?” Star asked, arching one eyebrow as she started at her mate-partner.

  “Mating,” Zol explained. “For a receiving beta partner, like myself, mating can be dangerous if you slip up.”

  “Slip up?”

  “Or if you get confused and jerk at the wrong moment,” he mused softly, nibbling on his thumbnail. “Or if you climax too fast or if you don’t get your timing right… Or you pump when you need to pull,” he spoke a little louder, rolling his eyes. “But it never really killed a male, just his desire to have children, and sex well, the whole female sex thing let me tell you!” he chuckled.

  “What does all of that have to do with mating?”

  “Zen did explain this to you, yes?” he asked, turning to see what progress the injured dragon had made. “Poor, poor male.”

  “Poor, poor male? Why poor, poor male!”

  “Well… “ they both paused as the huge male whimpered, drawing away from the concerned female when she reached out to touch him, nearly leaping to hide behind the slightly shorter male who supported them, obviously the father of that Quad. And if that was not scary enough, he whimpered cowering away from the near female touch.

  “For the love of all the Ghods, tell me what happened?” Star gripped both of Zol’s shoulders, shaking him for emphasis.

  What in the name of the horde that they apparently feared would cause such a huge warrior to behave like that?

  “Female reproductive sex,” Zol glared at her hands until she released him, blushing slightly at her loss of control. “It can be dangerous stuff.”

  “Sorry,” she muttered, stepping back, but still imploring him with her eyes.

  “No offence taken.” He turned to watch as the female enfolded into a set of dark arms by her apparent mate. “And I guess it’s up to me to explain your part since no one has seen fit to inform you.”

  “My part? Inform me of what?”

  “Well, you remember that you and I are required to mate when the season is upon us? That both of us are made fertile by sexual congress with our mates?”

  “Yes?”

  “Well, how do you think you are going to knock me up? I mean, because as large as your pleasure seed is, honey, it’s just not big enough to do the penetration thing.”

  “Zol!” she hissed, her eyes narrowing as she felt her cheeks heat up. “That…that….”

  “Oh stop dithering,” he moved towards the exit. “You had no shame when you were demanding that Zen suck it and you had no complaints about watching

  Fat
her ream me out but good.” He paused and an evil smirk filled his face. “Butt good!” he elbowed her gently. “I made a joke!”

  He grinned.

  She frowned.

  “No?” she shook her head slowly in a negative manner.

  “Fine. Be un-humorous. See if I try to lighten your day.” He sniffed. “But anyway, you need to drop those…human strictures.”

  “Will you leave my modesty and your insane lack of… of decorum out of this and explain how I am supposed to knock you up?”

  Her eyes were growing wide as all sorts of wild scenarios ran through her mind. It was almost enough to make her vomit. How did one impregnate a male? It’s not like he had a vagina!

  “Well, during reproductive sex, there is a spine that descends into the head of my cock. You are still in heat so it should have developed fine within you.”

  “I have a what?” she shrieked, pausing as she stared down at her abdomen, as if she expected the thing to explode through her flesh.

  “A spine,” Zol spoke carefully as if speaking to someone who could not comprehend standard language. “I’ll say this in the most simplest of terms. Are you ready?”

  Nodding numbly, Star stared up at him, eyes wide in shock…terror… Ghods, she didn’t know!

  “At the moment of orgasm, our mutual orgasm, I have to be in as deep as possible. This is because at the moment of orgasm with a fertile second, a spine will descend. From what I hear it is not painful and can be quite pleasurable. Your spine will then send the life-force material from you and Zol into me, where I already have Father’s life force making me fertile. My seed, combined with Father’s essence will flood you at the same time, forcing your spine to suck me all in, my little absorbent one. And then you brood, and I’ll brood, we’ll brood together after we lay, and after that it is our Alpha’s responsibility!”

  He smiled.

  “Descend where?” Star knew her voice sounded strangled, but this was unlike anything that she had ever heard before.

  “What part of me will be deep inside you, Star?” he rolled his eyes. “I hope that the lack of bathing and the slow wits are not inherited traits.”

  “Descend where?” This time she reached out and grabbed Zol by his hair, forcing his head towards her in her panic. “Descends where?” She shook him as much as she could, gratifying her in some small way.

  “Okay, I’ll spell it out.” He rolled his eyes. “Cease in your attempts to human-handle me.”

  She stopped shaking long enough to get in his personal body space. “Spill!”

  “Your spine descends into the head of my cock, Star. The medicals say that your muscle spasms will force the spine to descend and the muscles contracting from my orgasm will open the head of my cock fully so that said spine can be easily accepted. That is why I have to be positioned correctly and at the proper time. Unlike Father’s Second Commander of Weapons and Hand-to-Hand combat; poor, poor man.” Zol looked over his shoulder at the poor man in question and shuddered.

  “You mean?” Star tore her gaze away from Zol and watched the wretched shell of a man lean into his mate as he tried to urge him into the water.

  “It will help,” the obvious Father gently insisted, trying to ease him into the healing heat. “And then you will feel better.”

  “No—nothing will m—make i—it better,” the man stuttered, and then winced as the female moved in again. “Ge—get it away!” he cried, burying his face into his Alpha Father’s chest, his eyes wide as he stared in open mouthed horror at her crotch. “No! Danger! Female…da—danger!”

  “I mean,” Zol’s voice brought her eyes back to his face. “He’s been spiked.” Then he shrugged his shoulders and gripped a stunned Star’s wrist, urging her to the exit. “Oh well, enough gossip for now.”

  “But..But…bu—bu—but…”

  “Star, he will recover…eventually,” Zol drawled as the man broke down in tears, sobbing loudly as other males surrounded him, offering what comfort they could.

  “I think I need to throw up,” Star whimpered, finally allowing Zol to lead her from the bathing aerie.

  “Don’t worry about it,” Zol insisted. “Another ten or fifteen planetary cycles, I am sure he’ll be up for female sex again. Or they can disguise her somehow…. Maybe if he takes her from behind…with another male on top…and there are great drugs out there now…And then maybe he’ll learn what to do with his cock.”

  Star was too shocked to notice Zol changing and hefting her into the sky, on their way back to their own aerie. It looked like being Dragonish was not as easy as it originally appeared.

  Chapter Five

  When Star woke up, it was too long, warm muscular limbs and a long lanky body wrapped around her.

  She found herself covered in a blanket of warm silken hair and a scent that was not as powerful as her Zen’s, but was just as similar and nearly as arousing.

  But that’s not what awakened her.

  There were quiet muffled murmurs that drew her attention, a liquid caress, and the sounds of flesh rubbing against flesh.

  She blinked, clearing her eyes and looked around her. She was cuddled on a mass of pillows with Zolamel. It was his body that supported hers, that surrounded her in a protective stance even as he slept deeply. His long black hair covered them both, offering protection from prying eyes.

  Though he was semi-erect, his cock pressed to her backside, he made no effort to grind against her. He was deeply relaxed and for some strange reason, that relaxed her, as well.

  But there was that sound again!

  She lifted her head, ignoring Zol’s whine of irritation as he tightened his arms around her waist, and looked in the direction of that noise… then she felt her arousal slam into her, once again reminding her that she was still in her first heat.

  Father was there, reclining back against a mound of pillows, his red eyes staring down at the red head in his lap. There was her mate, her Zenxian, his face buried in Father’s groin, moaning in every semblance of relief and excited arousal as he choked down that enormous cock.

  “Yes,” Father breathed, running his hands over his own thighs, his nails raking long furrows as he spread his legs wider. “Just like that.”

  His breathing was harsh and his body tensed, but he never pulled his eyes away from his Alpha-Second.

  Zen was on his knees, his body more towards Father’s head as one of his hands braced itself against Father’s hip, the other buried between his thighs, cupping and tugging at his large rounded testacles.

  Zen stared up at Father, his own golden eyes gleaming as he slowly pulled back, exposing inch after dark inch of cock that had been buried down his throat. He pulled off the plum colored tip and smiled as he ran his glans over his face, leaving a silvery trail of precum and salvia as he nuzzled Father’s heavy cock.

  “More?” he asked, his voice deep and low, his body fairly quivering with excitement as Father’s hands stopped wandering over his own body and instead began to pet his Alpha partner.

  “A lot more,” Father growled, his red eyes flashing as he arched his hips nudging Zen with his erection as his own finger’s sought his counterparts.

  Zen’s smirk melted into a slack-jawed look of ecstasy as father captured his hips and easily lifted him overhead.

  Zen’s gasp of surprise melted into a long groan as Father’s lips engulfed his dangling cock, sucking it straight down his throat and holding him in place.

  “Father…” Zen gasped, his whole body shuddering as a red flush ran from his face down his body until he glowed in his passion.

  His toes curled as father hummed around the cock filling his throat before he lifted Zen again, pulling his pale cock from his throat, his reddened lips a contrast to the pale shaft that he happily slurped and lapped.

  “You are not done,” Father paused to whisper to Zen, whose eyes squeezed shut as if he were in pain.

  But no male ever made a male writhe like that, made his cock drool or his hips arch helplessly in
the tight grasp of the dark skinned man and cry injury. Zen was enjoying every moment of his conquest, and as he tossed back his long red hair, the growl that emerged from his throat sent sparks of desire down Star’s spine.

  “Father,” Zen gasped. “Please….”

  “Yes,” Kyo breathed, his arms repositioning Zen over his mouth, his long tongue lashing out to wrap around the head, licking up the slick fluid that nearly flowed from his cock’s head. “Soon.”

  With a twist, Father tightened his muscles and in a show of incredible strength, easily trudged to the side on the silks and furs, tossing his head back to get his long white hair out of the way before he settled them both comfortably, Zen’s thighs surrounding his face as his younger lover gripped his rounded ass in surprise. He looked up at Kyo thought his fall of silken hair; his own eyes questioning even as he returned his grip to the thick cock before his face.

  “Easier this way,” Father explained. “And it gives our audience a better view.”

  “Audience?” he managed before Kyo lowered his head and engulfed the erection with a moan of pure enjoyment.

  He arched his hips again, nudging the bottom of Zen’s chin, and Zen was once again taken with the cock that was before him.

  He reached up and gently ran his fingers over its shaft, licking and caressing as his tongue danced over the head. He closed his eyes and nuzzled it, inhaling the rich male scent that even Star could smell from where she lay observing. He lapped up the slick moisture that beaded at its tip before gripping the base and licking up and down the sides.

  He opened his eyes, their color darkening into a molten gold and slowly sank the length deep into his mouth.

  He paused for a moment, swallowed deeply, and then the whole shaft disappeared down his throat.

  Pink flashes of tongue could be seen as he slowly worked his head back up before descending with a vengeance. His hands were now gripping Father’s ass, pulling him in deep and holding him in place.

  “It took me a while to learn how to do that,” a voice whispered in her ear and Star moaned in answer. Zol had awakened and was watching the coupling with some interest. The semi-hard shaft of his cock grew harder by the second, pressing into the small of her back.